Saddle.

Miss, please sit on my saddle.
Let the back give you a smell of traveling in the world.
Do you dare jump off where you belong, or would you keep on traveling?

My guide gives me no choice, I'm off.
Who is this guide who leaves me, all by myself in the desert. So dry, no life and no water.

I get drunk alone. Drinking my blood of love. I need this.
I kill the existence, and lives through the illusion.

Must I be saved?

Give me peace dear Ego.